SINFUL DESIRES: THE PROFESSORS I CAN'T RESIST
“Say it.”
“Yes…” he gasped, voice shaky and broken. “Yes, I like it.”
I smiled behind my mask and kept going, spanking him in a rhythm. The sound of the paddle hitting his flesh mixed with his moans filled the whole room. His ass was turning a nice deep red now. Every time I rubbed his sore cheeks, he whimpered and pushed back even more, his hole twitching visibly.
I set the paddle down and spread his cheeks wide again. His hole was wet and slightly open from all the licking and spanking. I spat directly on it and watched the spit run down.